Doupo: Marry a Young Doctor and Be Rewarded with Douhuang Cultivation

210: At the Fallen Peak, the Soul Palace and the Nine Heavens Alliance officially went to war!When the news of the Stone Clan’s disappearance spread throughout the Central Plains, Xiao Ze was managing war reports at the Nine Heavens Alliance headquarters. The Purification Lotus Demon Flame on his fingertip suddenly flickered, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Others might not know the whereabouts of the Stone Clan, but he knew very well that the Hun Clan was undoubtedly behind it.

Just like the disappearance of the Spirit Clan back then, the Hun Clan was hiding a grand conspiracy, intending to use the entire Central Plains to achieve the imperial position of Hun Tiandi!

However, with Xiao Ze now possessing Eight Star Dou Sheng strength, he would not stand by and watch Hun Tiandi’s conspiracy succeed!

He had to find a way to raise his strength to Nine-Star, and then return to Jia Nan Academy… At the same time, the standoff between the Hall of Souls and the Nine Heavens Alliance was finally broken.

It was a blood-red battle challenge sent to the Alliance headquarters, delivered by the Hall of Souls.

Inside the Serenity Garden of the Nine Heavens Alliance headquarters, a stone pavilion stood by the lake, with a gentle breeze causing ripples to shimmer across the water.

Xiao Ze stood with his hands behind his back in the pavilion, his gaze fixed on the blood-red challenge on the stone table before him. The edges of the challenge seemed stained with dried blood, and a chilling, heart-palpitating scent of blood and Soul Qi intertwined and seeped out.

“The Hall of Souls truly chose this most direct method after all.”

Yao Lao stood beside him, gently stroking the edge of the stone table, his expression solemn with a hint of peculiarity.

“It’s just that this battle challenge points directly at you alone, which is somewhat unexpected.”

Xiao Chen leaned against a pavilion pillar, holding a blood axe, its blade reflecting a cold light: “Xiao Ze is currently the core of the Nine Heavens Alliance, and even the publicly recognized Peak combat power of the Central Plains. If the Hall of Souls can defeat him in this battle, the Alliance’s morale will instantly collapse. This is their most cost-effective gamble.”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ze’s lips curved into a cold arc. He flicked his finger, and the blood-red battle challenge on the stone table automatically opened. A dense surge of blood Qi suddenly erupted, condensing in mid-air into blood-red characters filled with chilling killing intent, each stroke seemingly forged with fresh blood.

“Xiao Ze of Nine Heavens, three days from now, at the Peak of Falling Stars, a battle to the death!”

...The Falling Star Mountain Range, spanning the border between the Hall of Souls and the Nine Heavens Alliance territories, had seen countless large and small battles erupt between the two sides over the years. Broken Peaks and residual Dou Qi traces could be seen everywhere in the mountain range, truly earning it the name “meat grinder.”

The name “Falling Star” originated from ancient legends.

It is said that in the Primordial Era, five Dou Sheng experts once engaged in a heaven-shaking death battle here, ultimately all perishing in this place.

Although countless years had passed and treasure hunters had scoured the mountain range thoroughly, no trace of a Dou Sheng relic had ever been found. Yet, this legend still made the Falling Star Mountain Range widely renowned in the Central Plains.

Now, with the Peak showdown between the Hall of Souls and the Nine Heavens Alliance set to take place here, the mountain range’s fame skyrocketed overnight, and countless eyes converged upon it.

The news spread throughout the Central Plains as if on wings, becoming common knowledge within a single day.

Perhaps neither the Hall of Souls nor the Nine Heavens Alliance had anticipated that this confrontation would cause such a massive stir.

Within three days, the Falling Star Mountain Range, which was originally only inhabited by Demonic Beasts, was completely filled with a surging tide of people.

Sects from the Eastern Region, tribes from the Northern Border, Hidden Families from the Western Continent, and even Loose Cultivator experts from the Southern Region all flocked towards the mountain range. Figures flying through the air obscured half the sky, and crowds on the ground stretched for dozens of miles. Even the Demonic Beasts in the depths of the mountain range were startled and migrated away, fearing to be caught in the aftershocks of this top-tier showdown and suffer the fate of their clans being annihilated.

“A life-and-death struggle between Peak powers, looking back at the Central Plains for nearly a thousand years, this is the first time!”

Among the crowd, an old man with white hair looked towards the Falling Star Mountain Range, his tone filled with awe.

“On one side is a veteran powerhouse that has dominated the Central Plains for a hundred years, and on the other is a rapidly rising new Alliance leader. I truly wonder who will have the last laugh.”

“I bet on Clan Chief Xiao Ze! If he can even refine the Purification Lotus Demon Flame, who in the Hall of Souls could be his opponent?” A young Cultivator beside him immediately chimed in, his eyes full of admiration.

Amidst the discussions, three days passed in a flash.

When the morning glow of the fourth day tore through the clouds and spilled over the Falling Star Mountain Range, the entire mountain range instantly erupted.

The sound of rushing wind reverberated incessantly in the sky, and figures, like locusts, sped towards the center of the mountain range. Everyone had only one goal.

The Peak of Falling Stars.

The Peak of Falling Stars is the main Peak of the Falling Star Mountain Range, towering tens of thousands of feet high, with cliff faces as steep as if carved by a knife. There is no climbing path; only experts capable of treading on air can approach it.

On the Peak, the rocks are as smooth as a mirror. Sunlight spills upon them, reflecting dazzling beams of light that shoot straight into the sky. From a distance, it looks as if heaven and earth are connected, a magnificent and grand Aura.

At this moment, the sky around the Peak was already packed with people.

Experts with Dou Qi wings hovered in mid-air, Sect Masters and Elders of various major powers occupied advantageous positions, and even some Dou Sheng old monsters who had been in seclusion for many years and could shatter space with a wave of their hand, quietly appeared in the clouds a thousand zhang away from the Peak, their gazes tightly locked on that empty mountaintop.

No one dared to step half a foot onto the Peak of Falling Stars.

That was the battlefield belonging to two Peak experts; any intruder would only be instantly annihilated.

As the sun gradually climbed higher, when the dazzling sun hung directly in the middle of the sky, the light beams from the Peak of Falling Stars also reached their Peak intensity.

Just then, the space on the left side of the Peak suddenly twisted violently, rippling like water. A black-robed figure slowly emerged from the spatial rift, surrounded by a dense Soul Qi. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to solidify.

“Chh chh!”

As soon as the spatial passage formed, an overwhelming surge of cold, black mist erupted from within it. Faintly, the wails of souls could be heard emanating from it, causing many people around to turn pale, their gazes filled with disgust and fear as they looked at the black mist.

Those were the residual Auras of countless wronged souls after being refined. The mere chilling sensation emanating from them was enough to make an ordinary Dou Zun’s heart palpitate.

“The people from the Hall of Souls have arrived!”

The familiar entrance method instantly silenced the crowd. All eyes simultaneously turned towards the churning black mist, even their breathing unconsciously softening.

Amidst the violent churning of the black mist, seven towering figures slowly emerged. Each figure was surrounded by a vast and majestic Aura, like seven moving mountains, causing many lower-ranked experts to feel their legs weaken. Such a lineup was the most intuitive interpretation of the word “strength.”

Among the seven figures, the two leading ones had the most terrifying Auras.

The one on the left wore a black robe with dark gold patterns, his face hidden in shadow, only his exposed eyes like deep pools. He was none other than the Hall Master of the Soul Hall.

The one on the right was gaunt, with an eerie greenish-black complexion. He was Soul Demon Elder, infamous for his cruel methods.

Behind them, the Deputy Hall Master of the Soul Hall’s ferocious face was particularly striking. Although the other four were unfamiliar, the Hun Clan’s Death Qi on their bodies, originating from the same source as the Hall Master of the Soul Hall, indicated that they were top-tier experts sent by the Hun Clan.

As the seven figures appeared, the temperature on the Peak of Falling Stars plummeted. Even the sunlight spilling from high in the sky seemed to be covered by a layer of grey haze, becoming icy and bone-chilling.

The space around the Peak rippled subtly. That was the pressure generated by the intertwined and colliding Auras of the seven Dou Sheng, causing even the reclusive old monsters a thousand zhang away to frown.

“Seven Dou Sheng… The Hall of Souls’ foundation is indeed unfathomable.”

A Grand Elder from an ancient Sect murmured to himself, his face as grim as iron, “An ordinary power with just one Dou Sheng is enough to establish itself. They can actually produce seven at once. Is this the confidence of an ancient Family?”

“People of the Nine Heavens Alliance, since you have arrived, show yourselves.”